Rain pelted down into the thick pine forests, forming little streams as it ran from the roof of the small log cabin to collect in puddles on the muddy ground. Sam picked up her pace, the blankets in her arms clutched against her chest. Mud squished under her feet.
During the past few months she’d forgotten how hostile the climate in Antarctica could be. Icy rain showers, strong crisp winds blowing over from the nearby ocean, and of course much too short days with way too little sunshine.
She hurried up the three wooden steps to the front door of the cabin and ripped it open. Thank God, they’d finished building the first log cabins today. Those cabins would at least provide more resilient shelter against the gusts of wind and the cold temperatures.
She pulled the door shut behind her and shook the water from her arms. They’d moved mattresses and bedsheets in first thing that morning, so at least their bed would be dry.Read More